This is a song about "Left"

And i'm left for the corrections,

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

I'm still confused about why you left

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

Left you bitches there standing idle

That’s only if they handle

Keep losing my way

Got nothing left to say

Udc where he met my mother

I left for one summer,

These hoes ain't acting right

Left her outta the limelight

Promises that had us left assured

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

Bet i'm heavy with that

So with your mind left exploded